August 23, 2010
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I have this lump in my throat of worry and stress that I just can’t swallow, I have breaks in my heart of hurt and pain that I just can’t heal, I have this look in my eyes of sorrow and need that I just can’t clear. I have tears on my cheek because I just can’t. Can’t solve any of it.
I have words in my head I need to get out, so many words that could fill so many pointless posts I just cannot bear to write.
I could vent about my day and how horrible it was, I could stress in writing about my worries, or I could cry on the xanga shoulder about the depression that consumes me.
Instead I will continue to sit in the dark, the threat of tears lingering behind every thought and mindlessly watch tv like a zombie.
There is a piece of my heart that could belong to you. It is locked in a box, hidden by fear and consumed by feelings of inadequacy. I don’t think you realize that it is there, I know it will go to waste but it is there nonetheless, sitting, wondering, and possibly even waiting.
“but her heart has been shattered, the pieces lay inside, in fragments much too tiny, to recognize”
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whether you think the post is pointless or not…write it.
sometimes just seeing it in print can bring clarity. come out of the dark. dance. and in short time those fragments will come together